( When last they'd met, her guard had been lowered. Now, as in the first, there is an undercurrent of tension, of unease in her. She cannot afford to trust those whom had turned upon her father and brother.
But she spoke true with Theon, and so she finds herself unable to offer too harsh a rebuttal. )
I know little and less of it, from having been told the same. Your kin once bent the knee to my forebearer. That much, I am aware of.
( She absolutely feels a sense of ownership and right to those lands that have ceased to be. They straddle an odd precipice where they can't forget their past in a place where it no longer holds any weight. )
It is as unbecoming as it is a danger to you. You should reveal nothing to those you don't know. I accept your concession.
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But she spoke true with Theon, and so she finds herself unable to offer too harsh a rebuttal. )
I know little and less of it, from having been told the same. Your kin once bent the knee to my forebearer. That much, I am aware of.
( She absolutely feels a sense of ownership and right to those lands that have ceased to be. They straddle an odd precipice where they can't forget their past in a place where it no longer holds any weight. )
It is as unbecoming as it is a danger to you. You should reveal nothing to those you don't know. I accept your concession.
And thank you.